The heat of the day has faded away like my resolve, time for the 7% solution. Farmer Steve tells me that he loves Dab beer, a little Dab will do ya he says. I guess bright minds drink alike. How about a Maibock. I asked our translation department at COMDB to tackle this one and they came up with “May Bock”. That seems like money well spent. Also known as a Helles Bock or pale bock. Hey, wait a minute, didn’t I have a Helles Bock the other day from Big Rock? What are the odds of having two bocks in one week?** Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.
This Dab pours golden clear with a thin white head. A light aroma, but a strong first swig. Rye malt, a bit boozy, but fairly smooth, not baby butt smooth, maybe 5 o’clock shadow smooth? I guess it’s not that smooth after all. Starting to get a rye aftertaste early on but it faded for a fresh malt smooth no hops, no crisp. As it warmed a bit the rye boozy taste took center stage with a soliloquy that made Hamlet look introverted. This Mai came in like a lamb but out like a lion. I don’t think I will be buying a lottery ticket after all, my bock just ran out.
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